Matthew R. Callies

The Daily Routine

A quiet moment, a private plea,

To empty vessels, to set spirits free.

A lizard slumbers, deep within its lair,

Awaiting the signal, a moment to share.

 

With a gentle sigh, the task begins,

A pressure builds, a tension within.

A valve is opened, a flow commences,

A silent symphony, a cosmic occurrence.

 

The lizard awakens, its tail begins to sway,

As liquid gold descends, day by day.

A tire is checked, the pressure\'s just right,

A comforting feeling, a peaceful delight.